As a child in a small town, I remember making the mistake of reciting a particularly racist version of ‘eenie meenie miney moe’ in front of my father. It was one of the only times I saw my normally reticent father be driven to anger. Despite the fact that I was only about four or five, and despite the fact that I had no idea what the words I repeated meant, I quickly learned they were wrong and I even understood why. In that moment, I grew. It helped form me as an adult.

A four-year-old boy in Indiana also learned a lesson. He learned that singing about sending ‘homos’ to hell earns him a standing ovation in his church, the Apostolic Truth Tabernacle in Greensburg, IN. He learned that there are people on this earth, even though he undoubtedly doesn’t understand exactly which people, who are hated by God and should therefore be hated by him. He learned that when he gets older, it will be okay to bully kids for being different, because the adults in his life ordain it; his church ordains it; God ordains it. The lesson will follow him.

Author: Wendy GittlesonPolitical pundit, small business marketing guru, business blogger -- a true renaissance woman, which apparently makes her really old.
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